There exists no place
Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away

And even more so -
He's on the war field
In the foxholes -
In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.

Where else should He be
But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
As two are wed -
Jesus - be ever with me.